Page 127 of Bloodhunter

I looked at Clayton, who stood quietly beside her, hispensive gaze turned in the direction the van had gone.

“He’ll be back,” he said, and there was no doubt in hisvoice. “He won’t die in there.”

I grabbed onto his words with everything I had. “How do youknow?” I hadn’t wanted to appear doubtful, but God, I was afraid.

Miriam didn’t hit him or tell him to shut up. She watchedhim as intently as I did.

“Clayton,” I begged. “How do youknow?”

He shrugged, uncomfortable. “Just a feeling.” And then helooked at me.

I gasped and stepped back, my hand to my pounding heart, myeyes wide and glued to his face.

Both Miriam and Clayton frowned and took a step toward me.

“Trinity?” Miriam peered up into my face. “What’s wrong? Areyou sick?”

I looked from her to Clayton, unsure. Not about what I’dseen, but what it meant.

Iknewwhat I’d seen.

“It’s…my stomach,” I said, finally. “I thought I might throwup.”

“Baby hunter,” Shane called, and pounded on the hood of histruck, against which he leaned. “Night is coming, and we have vampires to kill.Let’s go.”

With one final, tentative glance at Clayton, I murmured mygoodbyes and jogged away, my thoughts churning.

I tried not to think about how badly I’d wanted to wrap myarms around Clayton’s waist, or how badly I wanted to be held in his arms.

How much I wanted to force him away from Miriam, even if ithurt him, even if it killed him.

I shoved away my longings and concentrated instead on whatI’d seen when he’d turned his stare on me.

I’d seen something familiar, something unmistakable.

I’d seen the incubus.

He hadn’t left.

Maybe he’d fallen asleep, or had buried himself so deeplyClayton had been unable to feel him, but wherever he had gone, it wasn’t backto hell.

And Clayton didn’t know.

The incubus might live inside him, but it no longer had thepower to free him. Clayton would have felt that immediately. Or the demon hadthe power, but was somehow keeping it to himself…

And I just didn’t know what that meant. “What can I do aboutit?” I whispered, to myself.

Shane slammed on the brakes, jerking me out of my thoughts,and tossed me a smile. “Grab your sword and get the hell out of your head,Trinity Sinclair. There’s a lot going on, and you can’t do a thing about any ofit. But you can kill vampires.”

He was right.

So I jumped out of the truck, drawing Silverlight asinfecteds ran toward me, and excitement began to sing through my body.

It wasn’t the end of the story.

The story was just beginning.

Angus would come home.

Clayton would deal with his demon.

The Bay Town supernaturals would survive.

And me?

I was going to love and hate and have sex and fight and killvampires.

I was going to live.

And I would be just fine.